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Post by NEELY CHASTITY ASTOR on Jul 7, 2013 20:42:01 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px]I REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE DRIVING we gotta make a decision: leave tonight or live and die this way? [/style][style=background-color: 1b1b1b; width: 200px; height: 300px; float: right; border: 0px solid #0e0e0e; padding: 8px; color: 454545; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: arial] if there was one thing that always brought a genuine smile to neely astor's face, it would be horseback riding. ever since she was able to get on a pony, she'd been riding. it was just one of those things that happened when being in a car made you feel sick to your stomach. plus, there had always been that cute boy that drove their horse - drawn carriages around, and she loved getting the lessons from him. of course, when she got older, she ended up sleeping with him and got him replaced with a gross old man, but that was besides the point. horseback riding brought her happiness, made her forget about her family for a time . . . and her horse genuinely liked her. he was always by her side when she needed him to be, and he would never run away from her.
her horse, whom she had given the name of ' storm ' when she was little, hated having saddles on. neely had learned that when she first started riding him. he would much rather have her sit naturally on his back - luckily he didn't care much about having the reins - and the faerie didn't mind that. sure, she refused to wear long pants while riding in the summer, but she'd learned ways around the irritation while wearing shorts. it had taken a lot of trial and error, but after a few years, she had it perfected. even with her father - and most of her other family - having disapproved of her learning to ride, especially in shorts with no saddle, neely learned and continued to ride. after all, her father had no say now that he was dead.
neely left her house early in the morning to get riding, leaving with a bag filled with food and little else. the faerie headed straight to the meadows, wanting the peace and quiet as well as the copious space to roam in. if she got lost? well, she didn't care. there was little for her back at home, so maybe getting lost would be a good thing . . . except she wanted to talk to lucas more. that would be her only regret. was it worth it, though? neely had been wondering lately on whether or not she should even stay in manuka. she had enough money to run off, do what she wanted. she didn't have to stay here with the family she despised, the ones that didn't give two shits about her. why was she staying, though?
she pushed the thoughts out of her mind as she rode, her horse galloping beneath her as she steered him around trees and over logs, deep into the meadow. she didn't know how long they were running for, but they eventually came to a stop by a small pond. adrenaline pumping through her veins, neely carefully slid off of storm as he drank. " good, boy. you can rest for a while. " she said, smiling softly. neely crouched by the pond and leaned over it, pausing for a second to look at her reflection. her curly red hair was messed up some from the wind, and her cheeks were flushed . . . and were they more freckly than usual? she had no make up on, so that probably helped with seeing all her freckles. she hated her freckles and her skin in general even though most would consider them endearing and would envy her skin. she splashed some water in her face, not noticing that there was someone very nearby.
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Post by CANDICE JADE LYNCH on Jul 10, 2013 5:05:23 GMT
Running was part of Candy’s daily routine. She busted her ass on purpose, needing the exertion to keep her on her toes, physically-speaking. And to keep things interesting, she ran rougher terrain than most. Come on, a werewolf had to amp things up if she was gonna have any kind of challenge. There was just something peaceful about the meadows, too. Nobody was gonna catch her leaping three feet over a fallen log or anything else deemed ‘impossible’ by normal human standards. Candy wanted to protect ‘em, but that required a certain amount of anonymity, obviously. Widespread panic over the existence of creatures from their nightmares just wasn’t the way to go about it. Most humans were just better off not knowing, though there were exceptions. She knew a couple. But they weren’t really a pressing concern while she shoved her body farther, music blasting from her little Shuffle into her ears, accentuating the rhythm she was running to. And beside the physical benefits, Candy did some of her best thinking, problem-solving and idea creation during her daily runs. She worked cases, putting puzzle pieces together in time with her steps and leaps, grinning when she found a detail that she’d previously missed. That was why she always wrote shit down when her lungs finally stopped aching and her muscles came down from the high. Ah yeah. Upcoming on the right was her halfway point, a small pond she usually lapped around a few times as a cool-down before she took a break, inhaling nature, before starting the trek home. But today, oh, somebody and somebody were at her little body of water. A… was that a horse? Her eyes widened as her sensitive nose picked up the distinctive, warm, earthy smell of horseflesh, and the other distinctive scent of a faerie. Well, okay. A fae who rode a horse. Not totally uncommon, given the whole ‘metal’ thing… The agent had no idea it was gonna turn out to be Neely Astor though, until she rounded the bend and saw that great mass of red hair. Wow, was that girl pretty. She’d- naturally- been apprised on most of the bigger supernatural families in Manuka, though she had forced herself to avoid socializing ith them just yet. She wasn’t prepared, and that really wasn’t what she was there for, despite the fact that whatever she could learn might someday prove useful. Still… not really her mission. Didn’t mean she wasn’t curious. Ever-curious. In her job, it was invaluable, in her life, sometimes it got her glares, but it was still a good thing to have. ’I didn’t think I’d ever see somebody else out here… Hi.’ A soft grin played on Candy’s quirky lips, as she looked at the fae woman, whose bright eyes never ceased to amaze. All the Astors were stunning in one way or another, and Neely was no different. But she figured the smaller woman didn’t really need another compliment on her looks, and instead focused on the horse that she’d ridden in on, hee. ’I’m sure you get this a lot, but he’s really beautiful. May I?’ She approached slowly, hand outstretched, palms up and non-threatening, the pretty horse, waiting patiently for the ‘yea’ or ‘nay’ from the youngest direct Astor. Sometimes- rarely, but sometimes- horses spooked ‘cause they got that whole ‘predator’ vibe from her, but every case was different, and she wouldn’t know how this one’d react until she tried. Well, these two, actually. |
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Post by NEELY CHASTITY ASTOR on Jul 23, 2013 4:49:55 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px]I REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE DRIVING we gotta make a decision: leave tonight or live and die this way? [/style][style=background-color: 1b1b1b; width: 200px; height: 300px; float: right; border: 0px solid #0e0e0e; padding: 8px; color: 454545; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: arial] neely sometimes wondered if people actually knew her as part of the astor family. lucas hadn't, which was good - she probably wouldn't feel as drawn to him if he knew h - but he hardly counted. she could tell he wasn't all too familiar with the big family world, but at the same time . . . it could just be her. she tended to not attend any family events -after the sabrer family thing, that was a good thing - and tried not to get more attention than she had to. maybe that was counter productive to also wanting her family to notice her, but it was how things were. throughout time, neely just faded into the background, and while she complained about it, she also did nothing to change it. and then she grew to like being invisible, behind the scenes.
then again, it was kind of hard to be so invisible when you had a mop of red hair that could rival little merida's from disney's brave. she occasionally decided to tame it for a day or two, but she just didn't feel like herself, she liked the head of curly red hair, especially since that was how it naturally was. straightening it was a long and complicated process that she really only did when she needed to fit her hair in a wig for a performance. neely hated having to actually mess with how her hair naturally was - she loved it - almost as much as she hated having no make up on. sure, if she ever wanted to have s boyfriend she would have to go without make up at times, but she couldn't see herself settling down with anyone soon.
her brain flashed an image of lucas and she shoved it away.
hearing the voice, the first thing neely thought about was how she was wearing minimal make up. no foundation, no eyeliner, no eyeshadow - just eyeliner and some lipgloss. she nonetheless spun to face the girl, hoping she didn't look too freckley. god, she hated those freckles. why were freckles even a thing? " neither did i . . . which begs the question of how we crossed paths, " she replied back, obviously on edge. neely had enemies out there, enemies she often worried would try to off her. she shrugged at the comment of her horse. " i don't, but he is. and trust me, he knows it, " the girl laughed a little, nodding. the biggest test to see if this girl was a threat or not was to have her trusted horse sniff her out. so far, all was well. " what brings you out here? " it was obvious, but it didn't hurt to ask.
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Post by CANDICE JADE LYNCH on Aug 2, 2013 2:43:39 GMT
Wooow. Were we a little bit testy, Miss Astor? Candy giggled at the obvious confusion and hostility in the redhead’s tone, shaking her head playfully. ’There may not be such a thing as coincidence, but there are such things as accidents. I come out here every morning since I got here. So you showing up is a surprise for me.’ Yep, that was a sidestep and a truth in one. Put the meeting back on Neely’s shoulders, rather than Candice’s. The werewolf noted the slight look of discomfort on the pretty ginger’s face, and wondered what could cause it. Surely this brazen thing wasn’t having a moment of insecurity over her windblown appearance? Truth be told, Candy knew that Neely was a lot more insecure than she let on. A beautiful psych analyst had given her that profile, along with some of the other key Astors. Karson was an ingratiating woman who played at having no spine because she didn’t know what she wanted, Jayne was a powerhouse authority figure who’d do anything for his family and had little in the way of time for anything else, and Daphne was a whole other ball of wax… Dangerous and several different kinds of crazy. At least Neely, for all her posturing and hiding in plain sight and acting out was fairly normal. Misunderstood and craving, but who didn’t feel that way? Candy… Candy never felt that way.
Her family adored her. Had from the second she was born. She was a serious daddy’s girl and so tight with her relatives that not even a pin could’ve gotten between them. Which had made her feel quite bad for Neely when she’d read the profile on the young woman, who just seemed to want to be loved and noticed. Still, to have somebody notice you right off and say so could come across as a little rude and weird, so Candice talked about her horse instead. Seemed like a neutral and favorable topic. Also, bonus, typically, horses were good judges of character. So when the large black beauty gave her a sniff before letting the werewolf gently graze his pretty muzzle with her hand, she knew that she was off to a good start. ’And why shouldn’t he? I’m sure you tell him all the time. Just like someone tells you, huh?’ It wasn’t outright flattery, but it never hurt to be nice, right? Candy’s fingers wandered, playing in his soft mane, before her attention was recaptured by the question that popped out of Neely’s mouth, making her chuckle. ’Running, believe it or not. I prefer this to a treadmill. Better air, better track, better things to look at. How ‘bout yourself?’ A return volley was a good idea, as far as she could tell, because that was how conversations generally went. And even better that the faerie had provided Candy with decent ammunition.
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